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© William Carlos Williams

This, with a face
like a mashed blood orange
that suddenly

Romance Moderne

© William Carlos Williams

Mountains. Elephants humping along
against the skyindifferent to
light withdrawing its tattered shreds,
worn out with embraces. It's
the fillip of novelty. It's a fire in the blood.

The Horse And The Olive: Or, War And Peace

© Thomas Parnell

With Moral Tale let Ancient Wisdom move,

Which thus I sing to make the Moderns wise:

Aux Imagistes

© William Carlos Williams

I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.

Remembering South of the River

South of the river is good,
Long ago, I knew the landscape well.
At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire,
In spring, the river's water's green as lilies.
How could I not remember south of the river?

The Cold Night

© William Carlos Williams

It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wifeamong

England

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

CLOUD-GIRDED land, brave land beyond the sea!
Land of my father's love! how oft I yearn
Toward thy famed ancestral shores to turn,
Roaming thy glorious realm in liberty;

The Desolate Field

© William Carlos Williams

Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and

To A Noble Friend In His Sickness

© Sir Henry Wotton

Untimely Feaver, rude insulting guest,
How didst thou with such unharmonious heat
Dare to distune his well-composed rest;
Whose heart so just and noble stroaks did beat?

Complete Destruction

© William Carlos Williams

It was an icy day.We buried the cat,then took her boxand set fire to itin the back yard.Those fleas that escapedearth and firedied by the cold.

The Milk Maid on the First of May

© Robert Bloomfield

Hail, MAY! lovely MAY! how replenish'd my pails!
The young Dawn overspreads the East streak'd with gold!
My glad heart beats time to the laugh of the Vales,
And COLIN'S voice rings through the woods from the fold.